By Stephan J Myers FCIPD, MSc., Oct 8 2017 06:00PM
It’s funny how we find ourselves on a particular train of thought. And today as I was rummaging through old notebooks I found myself reflecting on my love of books. No one encouraged me to read, in fact quite the opposite, but throughout my life, I have always thought of books as one of my closest companions. Silent yet reliable, and the one constant that defies life’s ups and downs no matter the kind of mood I find myself in. A source of calm and comfort when troubles taunt a restless mind, but how many of us take time to reflect on the great influence authors come to exert on us? I suspect that for you, like me, they fall into the minority but whether for good or bad, they seem to find us when our minds are most eager for escapism and respite from the doldrums of everyday living. And through the pages of their books they give us endless ways in which to grow and reflect on what we read.